Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 294, 22 October 1921 — Page 16

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1921

TOM ON THE TRAIL

Ever since Tom could remember he had longed for a gun, but his mother would never consent to his having one. However, he had carefully saved all his money for a year, and now she had reluctantly permitted him to purchase the longcoveted gun. He was seated la the kitchen, proudly rubbing the already shining barrel. ' "Oh, Tom, do take it outside," begged his mother, "I am so afraid it will accidentally go off an kill someone." Mrs. Adams was afraid of anything in the shape of a gun. It made no diffidence at all wether it was loaded or not. Tom put on his coat and wandered out on the back porch. It was the last of October, and the first light snow had just fallen. As he looked out over the clean white carpet of snow that covered the yard his eye was caught by some tracks leading from under the barn. "Rabbits," he thought, "Gee I never dreamed that there were any right in our back yard." Immediately, his gun gripped tightly, he ker Father's Son Frankie's only sorrow was that she wasn't a boy. Her father, too, was always wishing she were a . son. Then some day she could be Captain Reed, too. If only she were a boy he would send her to West Point, he said. He always called her Frank, though her name was Frances. Everyone else In the post called her Frankie. She had lived in army posts all her life. Best of all she liked the western posts, where the boys and girls were gathered up In army wagons and taken to school. And Frankie was a fearless ride. She could do the manual of arms, too, as well as any boy in the post. So she was glad when they were transferred again to the West. There she could once more put on her khaki riding suit and whoop like a cowboy. Frankie kept her hair bobbed very short and when she pulled her hat down she knew she could easily pass for a boy. One afternoon Frankie was riding home from town by herself. The sun blazed down on the prairie. She stopped her horse while she mopped her forehead with a bandanna. Then, off to the west, she noticed a heavy roll of smoke. She knew what that meant a prairie fire. She turned her horse about toward town and galloped under the hot sun as fast as she could urge her panting pony. Her eyes were blinded with perspiration, but she kept on. "I mustn't give up, she told herself. "My father's son wouldn't." Late that nfternoon two men drove up to the fort and asked for Captain Reed. "We came to tell you about your son." said one of them. There was a bad prairie fire starting out between here and town, but we got it in time, thanks Jo your boy. He rode into town and-warned us. Then he was over come by the heat. Hes ail right now, though. We've got him down at my house. He's a brave boy, Captain Reed, and you should be proud of him." Lieutenant Martin, who was standing near by, smiled and spoke, "She's her father's son, all right!" And that's why everyone at the post calls her "Captain Frank-." BOYHOOD STORIES OF FAMOUS MEN Eugene Field. The gay, irresponsible, and jok ing manner of Eugene Field, well known to all boys and girls as the author of "Little Boy Blue." is il lustrated by many stories. At onei time in his life Field was working I upon a newspaper in the west. In his office he kept an old bottomless walnut chair. Over its yawning chasm he would carelessly throw old newspapers. As it was the only unoccupied chair in the office," it was natural for all visitors to drop unsuspect ingly into the trap. The angry subscriber who had! come to wreak vengeance upon the writer would not fail to be moved by Field's lavish and apparently sincere apologies. He would al ways explain to the visitor how humiliating it was for a man of his sensibilities to be obliged to receive such important visitors in an office whose very furniture indicated the

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bunny. "My, won't dad be surprised when I get a rabbit the very first day?" he thought, "and maybe Mother won't hate a gun so when I bring home a fine big rabbit for dinner." He hurried along, following the tracks. "Gee," he thought. "I never knew that rabbits ran around in circles like this before. Here I've gone around our yard three times.. Oh, there's whehe he leaves' the yard. "Why the tracks lead into Baker's garage," he said in surprise. Well, he just about had it now, there wasn't any other way for It to get out. With his gun all ready, he stealthily tip-toed into the gar age, lie looked around, the place was empty etxcept for Tabby, Baker's big yellow cat curled up asleep in the machine. But just then 1)am heard a noise at the door. He turned around, and iixere was his father doubled up with laughter at him. "Tom, you'll make a fine hunter some day," he laughed, "but you'll have to have a few lessons on the different kinds of tracks first." PUZZLES & RIDDLES 1 When Is a letter sharpestT 2 Fill the first blank of this sentence with a word of four let ters. To fill the second blank, transpose the first letter of that word so it is the last letter: "I clont want to my hands han dling those greasy " 8aidNEdward. 3 A certain object can kick, yet it has no legs, nor feet. What is iff 4 What is the difference be tween a cake and a suit of clothes? 5 hy is December like the let ter R? 6 " 'Jack Frost is here, ready to me trees ana bushes,' said Margaret as she put the in her hat." Fill the first blank with a word of three letters. Fill the Henond with the same letters, rear ranged to make a different word. Answers are published in another place in this edition of the Junior.

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JOGGED 60 MILES Shahzada enjoying a large yawn In his stable after the first 60 miles. A five-day endurance test for horses was a feature of the Arab Horse Society exhibit, which was held on the Southdowns at Lowes, England, recently. Each horse entered in the test was supposed to cover a sixty-mile course on each of the five days carrying 13 stone. The photo shows "Shahzada," one of the entries, after his first sixty miles. Garfield Told Him. When former President James A. Garfield was a professor in an eastern university, a man came to him to talk over a course for his son who was about to enter college. Mr. Garfield outlined for the man the regular four-year course. "But," the man protested, "that is too long. My son can't take all that in. Isn't there some way he can take a shorter course and get through in about half that time?" "Yes," replied Mr. Garfield, "he can take a shorter course. It all depends on what you want to make of him. When God wants to make an oak, He takes a hundred years, but He takes only two months to make a squash."

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An Old-Time Hallowe'en Scene: Country road after dark. Only front part of stage Is seen. Jimmy enters, hands in pockets, whistling. JIMMY: Hallowe'en, and gee, I'm glad; Won't the widow Flynn be mad To see her chickens run about; She'll never know who let them out. (A hand reaches out and grabs him.) Ouch! Leggo! Quit! Oh! Oh! (Lights go out at back of stage, showing background of cornstalks and leaves, with an opening to rep resent a cave. In front of it are three witches, stirring somethin in a big pot. Two ghosts are hold ing Jimmy.) FIRST GHOST: You needn't try to get away. JIMMY: What do you want? Leggo, I say. WITCHES (together) : Stir In the apples and pumpkins, too; Drop in nuts any kind will do Popcorn as white as early snow; Lots of molasses, too, you know. Blaze, little fire, Higher and higher. Put in leaves that have fluttered down Red and yellow and orange and brownSeason with frost and an autumn breeze, And finish it off with some moon light, please. 4 Blaze, little fire, Higher and higher. FIRST GHOST: We know the stunt you planned this year. . And that is why we brought you here. SECOND GHOST: So, you thought it fun to play a trick On a lonely widow that's poor and sick? FIRST GHOST: She lives by the sale of her chickens, too. . If they got away, then what could she do? JIMMY: Aw, gee, I only meant it for fun; Now , I won't let them out, not one. (Jack-o-lantern appears in cave opening.) By Ad Carter

JACK-O-LANTERN: I am the spirit of Hallow's Eve; Can't young folks see they make me grieve Stealing and burning, Things overturning? I like to have them frolic and play, For this Is the time to be happy and gay Merriment, laughter, And fun, follows after. JIMMY: Honest to goodness, we simply don't think, Or we'd change our ways as quick as a wink. I'll tell you, sir, what I'm gohis to do, It's a different trick, and it's more fun, too. I'll fill up a basket with things to eat, ' Apples, potatoes, and flour, and meat, I'll set it outside of the widow'n door; Why didn't I think of that plan before? JACK-O-LANTERN: So, don't go out and burn a gate. Roast nuts, instead, before the grate. (Lights begin to fade gradually.) FIRST WITCH: And apple bob bing's good sport, too. SECOND WITCH: Or taffy pull such fun to do! THIRD WITCH: You might tell tales by candle-light. FIRST GHOST: Or dress in funny clothes tonight. SECOND GHOST: You can have fun, and not be mean. ALL: Three cheers for an oldtime Hallowe'en! (Lights all out.) JUST for FUN Perhaps It Would. If a house began to burn would a fire extinguisher? "What's your idea of hard work?" I asked Mabel yesterday. "Telling a bald-headed man hairraising 6tories," said she. Ahead of Herself. Eva had had a narrow escape. "I was so frightened," she said, "I thought every minute would be my next." "A biped, children,' 'said the teacher, "is anything that goes on two feet. Now, Richard, can you name a biped?" "Pair o' stockin's." He Drank from the Spring. "Have you had supper?" asked the Scoutmaster. "Yes," replied the First Class Scout. . "I got so hungry at 7:59 that I 8 o'clock." Boy's Life. "I have a new job in the bank, now," announced Tom Withers. "I'm a draft clerk." "A draft clerk?" asked Edgar. "What'3 a draft clerk do?" "I open and shut the door." Mathematicians Needed "24. 14, 79, 82!" Gee whiz! I couldn't play football With signals like that. I can't add fast enough. How the name ack-o-lantern came into use nobody knows exactly. In Ireland it is believed that there was once a man named Jack who played so many tricks on his neighbors that the angels were afraid to have him in heaven. So he was sent to earth and wanders about with a lantern, hunting for the way back to heaven. ANSWERS TO THIS WEEK'S RIDDLES 1 When it is filed. 2 Soil, oils. 3 A gun. 4 One has to be cut before it is made, and other made before it is cut. 5 Because It comes at the end of the year. 6 Nip. Pin.

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